I had never heard of David Stacton when I picked up this novel recently. But the title was wonderful: The…
With one bound
On finding himself thus accidentally free, Sullivan’s only thought was to get as far as he could from Newgate Prison…
Other Worlds
That we live in different worlds was brought starkly home to me earlier this summer when I read, in succession,…
Indigene
I was born in Oldham and grew up in what was then Lancashire and is now Greater Manchester. My parents…
In a fog
I have just finished reading Margery Allingham’s 1952 crime novel, The Tiger in the Smoke, which I enjoyed very much.…
Miscellanea
A couple of quotes I came across recently that I thought might be interesting: John Gray writing about Alberto Manguel…
52 from ’52
Sorting through some old posts I wrote on Livejournal, I came across this, which I wrote on my 52nd birthday…
Heist
This is by way of a pendant to my previous post about short stories. Maureen Kincaid Speller picked up on…
The long and the short
I begin with the first two paragraphs from E.L. Doctorow’s Preface to his new collection of stories, All the Time…
The book of the dead
Tom was dead, to begin with. And so was Michael, and Vera, and Luke. Luke most particularly, since it was…